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Woof!

Snoop Dogg

The Best of Snoop Dogg [Clean]

2005

the headlights
Bout to let it shine
Find your ass in there tip-toeing
Your ass is mine
We got you waitin' for us on the radio
So our albums can drop
Snoop,

Rap Like Me

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House

1990

it?ll break your back
With the beat so loud playing too $hort raps
That?s it, I?m set
No need to talk that bullshit
I need a, oaktown, big time sound

made steel pipes insulated
Peru connects even the coke gets catered
Hosted by sicilian chefs with bowtie pasta
Ransom notes scripted and big eyed

Playing with fire
All my niggas done won I'm a fighter
Making heat like I play with a lighter
Come for your head like i am a sniper
Ball on the court

Yah yah yah, yah yah
Yah yah yah yah yah
Yah yah, yah yah yah yah
Yah yah yah
Okay I'm back to lapping to rappers, a savage, laugh at your average

his pin numbers
Eat the pussy, beat the pussy, drill drummer
Big racks, all I'ma tryna get from him
Yo, Nick'? (What up, JT?)
You the winner (thank

Take What's Yours

DMX

Harlem World

1997

And I'ma bring this nigga Puff mad more C.R.E.A.M. 
With hooks galore, leave this city shook for short 
And I'ma take 'em back where Biggie took 'em before

mess
You're wearing your black dress and 
The city streets roll by
Resilience glitters in our eyes

Catch the bus to my house
Let's watch Hole at Big Day

jail cell, nigga, let me out
Told my mama they gon' see me on the big screen

I can't sleep, I'm chasin' money, I got rich dreams
I came from sleepin'

getting rich
I still get it gone by the zip
Call it black magic like a trick
It's just me and glo in the trap wit it I'm like ace he be money mitch
And If

by the sea now
And I got big dreams under these small city lights small city lights
I got big dreams under these small city lights small city lights

on a cypher track
But years before that
One day at City Records
Chilly White gave me a album
Said "You gotta get this, aiight?"
So I did and I loved it from

on, man
I know you're up there just snitchin' on people
No wonder nobody wants to do your album, Freddie
Come on, Freddie
Let's go

Well, I'm going down to the record shop

Yeah, and the boss said, "LP, single, picture cover or plain
I've got all the hits and all the big names
I've got

too
We're here to eat the rich
And we kill hipsters, dude

Yuppies get ready to die
Trying to steal what is mine
Crack your skull through your third eye

Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way

an actor on the TV like Ford Harrison
Meeting with the president and hanging with celebrities
Flirting with a girl and if I’m rich enough she’ll marry me
But

Afterwards we went back to the main island to catch our cruise ship
Bikini top pulled over by the cops
Mind shifts are enabling people to get rich
Mind shifts

Yeah, Jon Bellion tee’s, Skizzy Mars Vans
She only hit the joint if you tell her in advance
Super rich parents, super broke kids
Exploring New York City

like this
City of Gold, match the watch on my wrist
Break for a year, is there something I missed?
Haven’t been here, how the hell do I exist?
Album

take the heat, slow down
(Oh, slow down)
It's wicked in these streets

[Snoop]
Life ain't nothing but a big old twist
A lot of times when I'm

the headlights
Bout to let it shine
Find your ass in there tip-toeing
Your ass is mine
We got you waitin' for us on the radio
So our albums can drop
Snoop,

a hotel room and lose the key 
Well come sit by the fire 
With me

We told ourselves we'd walk like rich men
Walk down the city streets that we grew up in

Aaron and Maria

The American Analog Set

Know by Heart

2001

Aaron and Maria ran
From the Northwest coast to the city and
Now they reside out in Brooklyn Heights
Where the rich kids hide and the years go by